The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorCrissy & Markley, 1850 - 484 Seiten |
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... woes , O Goddess , sing , That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain . The stern Pelides ' rage O Goddess , sing , wrath Of all the woes of Greece the fatal spring , Grecian The brother ...
... woes , O Goddess , sing , That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain . The stern Pelides ' rage O Goddess , sing , wrath Of all the woes of Greece the fatal spring , Grecian The brother ...
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... woes of war . Then bids an empty phantom rise to sight , And thus commands the vision of the night : directs Fly hence , delusive dream , and , light as air , To Agamemnon's royal tent repair ; Bid him in arms draw forth th ' embattled ...
... woes of war . Then bids an empty phantom rise to sight , And thus commands the vision of the night : directs Fly hence , delusive dream , and , light as air , To Agamemnon's royal tent repair ; Bid him in arms draw forth th ' embattled ...
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... woes so soon begun ? Inured to sorrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame ; An infant daughter late my griefs increased ...
... woes so soon begun ? Inured to sorrow from my tender years , My parent's ashes drank my early tears : My brother next , neglecting wealth and fame , Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame ; An infant daughter late my griefs increased ...
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... woes ; Oh , name for ever sad ! for ever dear . Still breathed in sighs , still ushered with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , Led ...
... woes ; Oh , name for ever sad ! for ever dear . Still breathed in sighs , still ushered with a tear . I tremble too , where'er my own I find , Some dire misfortune follows close behind Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow , Led ...
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... woes are o'er , When this rebellious heart shall beat no more , If ever chance two wandering lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs , O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads , And drink the falling tears ...
... woes are o'er , When this rebellious heart shall beat no more , If ever chance two wandering lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs , O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads , And drink the falling tears ...
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Achilles Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Asius Atrides behold beneath bless'd blood bold brave breast breath chariot charms chief coursers cries crown'd dart dead death descends Diomed divine dreadful Dunciad E'en eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste hear heart heaven Hector hero honours Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortal javelin Jove king labours live lord Lycian maid Menelaus mighty mind monarch mortal night numbers nymph o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poem poet Pope praise press'd Priam pride prince proud Pylian queen race rage rise round sacred shade shining shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds stood Swift tears Telemachus thee thine thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse walls warrior woes wound wretched youth
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Seite 103 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 102 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Seite 64 - Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens...
Seite 57 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day : Sound sleep by night ; study and ease, Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence which most does please With meditation.
Seite 264 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Seite 125 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise— Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Seite 59 - No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear ; The whole at once is bold, and regular. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, T...
Seite 102 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...
Seite 60 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Seite 65 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, - Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire : Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes, Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize.